He had expected old Bab to fly at him in a rage, but instead she shook her head back and forth. "Aiiiiieee," she intoned softly. "I knew something was wrong. I knew it!" Then she looked frightened. "Does anyone else know?"
"No," he said. "No one else knows, and certainly, given the queen's reputation for chastity, they do not suspect." He looked closely at the woman. "This is not Odenathus's child, is it, lady?"
"No," Bab replied. "It cannot be, and yet I hoped." She took Longinus's arm, and slowly they began to walk through the queen's garden. "When the king came home for the celebrations, she was unclean. Her link with the moon was in force. I am certain he did not go to her. They were quite strict about that. Then he was murdered. And yet when the signs became obvious I still hoped. Oh, Cassius Longinus, will anyone guess? Is she in danger?"
"Does anyone else know her personal habits as you do, lady?"
"No. I alone serve her. Those silly butterflies she calls her maidens do naught but sing and giggle. They have not one intelligent mind between them."
A ghost of a smile flitted over Longinus's lips. "No one will suspect, lady; but I am yet unsatisfied as to why the queen has not acknowledged the Roman."
"My baby has never been devious," Bab said. "She has made no mention of him to me, and if there were something to tell she would share it with me. No, Cassius Longinus, she has said nothing because she remembers nothing. She honestly believes this child to be Odenathus's child."
Longinus nodded. "It is possible," he said. "Yes, it is quite possible. She was in shock THat night. While everyone about her mourned, Zenobia was forced to take charge."
"Cassius Longinus, what would you advise in this situation? What shall we do?"
"Nothing," he said. "If the queen remembers what happened the night of Odenathus's murder, then I believe she will come to terms with herself."
"What of the Roman?" Bab demanded. "He moons about her like a lovesick puppy."
"I will explain to him what has happened."
"And will you tell him that the child is his?"
"No. It is unlikely the child in its infancy will bear any great resemblance to him. It is better he not know."
Bab peered closely at Longinus. "Why?" she said.
Longinus sighed. "If he learns the child is his it will only bind them closer."
"Would that not be good for Palmyra?" she demanded.
Again Longinus sighed. "Lady, I do not know, but I cannot take the chance of his turning her from her obligations. Marcus Britainus is an old-fashioned Roman. Women are the homemakers, no more. Until he can be taught differently I cannot allow him to seriously influence the queen in any way."
"I understand your reasoning, Cassius Longinus, but I am not sure you are right. Yet, I will abide by your decision."
They parted then, and Longinus found himself encouraged to have an ally in the queen's old nurse. Now he had but to convince Marcus Britainus that the queen remembered nothing with regard to their brief relationship. He grimaced. The gods had given him an awesome task indeed when it fell to him to convince a virile man that the woman he adored and had made love with did not remember the occasion. He wondered if Marcus Britainus had a sense of humor.
If he had expected outrage he was surprised and relieved to find concern instead.
"Will she be all right, Cassius Longinus?"
"Other than the fact her memory of your liaison is gone, she is in perfect health," he replied.
"Will she ever remember?"
"I am not a physician, Marcus. I do not honestly know. There is one thing, however, that you should know. The queen is to bear Odenathus a posthumous child." He watched to see the Roman's reaction. Would he guess?
"I shall have to begin again with her, and perhaps it is better," Marcus replied absently. "A posthumous child, you say. Poor baby, not to know his father."
And that was all. Cassius Longinus almost cried aloud his relief was so great.
Now, six months later, he and the Roman paced back and forth in the queen's antechamber waiting for the birth of the child. During those intervening months Marcus had taken the opportunity to court the queen, and she was beginning to respond. How many times had he seen them walking in the palace gardens? How many meals bad she shared with him? He ate the final meal of the day with Zenobia and her sons, almost every night. The young king and his brother were succumbing to the Roman's charms. Marcus was the most prominent male figure in their lives, he thought, with just a trace of jealousy. They admired him and respected his views, which Longinus was forced to admit were practical and sound. He could not help but wonder what would happen once Zenobia had delivered the child and been purified. Would the passion that had enveloped them on that one night consume them again?
From within the queen's bedchamber came the sounds of groaning, and the Roman paled. "It will be soon," he said.
"How do you know?" Longinus asked.
"I am the eldest of four."
A shriek came from the queen's chamber, followed by a lusty wail. Within the room Zenobia pushed a final time, expelling the afterbirth, and demanded, "Is my son all right? Is he perfect?"
Julia, cleaning the baby with warmed olive oil, looked up a moment from her task, and said, "Your daughter is perfect, dear friend. She is an adorable little beauty."
"Daughter? I have birthed a daughter? Surely you are mistaken, Julia. Look again! I cannot have birthed a daughter."
"But you have, Zenobia. It is not the end of the world."
Zenobia lay back, physically exhausted but mentally alert, as Bab, faithful Bab, removed all traces of the birth from her mistress's body. "I shall enjoy having a little girl to take care of again," she chortled. "You have two fine sons, my baby. A daughter will be a comfort to you in your old age."
She helped to support Zenobia as two of her maidens changed the linen on the queen's couch. Zenobia was restless, and demanded of Julia, "Give me the baby. I want to look at it." She could not yet bring herself to say "her."
"But a moment," Bab protested, and she sponged her mistress with perfumed water before placing a fresh linen chamber robe on her and helping her back into bed. The covers were lightly tucked around her, and then Bab stood sternly by as Zenobia was given a nourishing beverage. The queen drank it down, grimacing.
"Why does everything that is good for me have to taste so awful?" she demanded, handing Bab the empty goblet. "Now, bring me the baby!"
Julia approached, cradling a swaddled bundle that made soft little mewling noises. "There you are," she said, placing the infant in Zenobia's arms.
Zenobia turned her eyes to the child. It looked nothing like either Vaba or Demi. The baby whimpered, and looked up at her mother. Zenobia stared in shock. She had blue eyes! Her daughter had blue eyes! and the expression in them was strangely familiar. She clutched the infant to her as her head began to whirl; and in the midst of a roiling reddish darkness she heard a voice:
"/ love you. I have always loved you. I have loved you from the beginnings of time, and I shall love you long after our memories have faded from this earth."
Her head cleared as quickly as it had grown dizzy just seconds before. 'Take it away!" she almost shrieked, holding out the bundle. "Take it away/"
The baby began to wail, either from fright at the sound of her voice or out of some sense of her mother's rejection. Julia quickly took the child and looked strangely at Zenobia.
"What is it, my baby?" Bab hurried to the queen's side. "What * is the matter?"
"I don't want her! I don't want her! I birth sons for my Hawk, not daughters."
"This child is the lord Odenathus's last, and surely most precious gift to you, my baby," Bab said sternly. "What do you mean you don't want her? Of course you do! Your travail was long, and it has addled your wits."